DaGreatJL and I started up our solo Skype campaign last night. The idea for it can be found here.
Me: Player (Castor)
Background/Concept: As an orphan, Castor had been taken in by a well-enough-to-do farming clan (extended family, matriarchal structure) as a ward/hired hand (sans payment). After listened to a wandering minstrel (eavesdropping from where he hid outside under a window), a desire was stoked to strike out on his own and forge his own place in the world.
Beliefs: 1) I will leave this farm and do great things: First, I need supplies and that old sword in the cellar... 2) I will learn about my parents; the midwife in Tyndale might know something. 3) To survive, I'll need to seek out a weaponmaster willing to teach me.
Instincts: 1) Always hum when walking or working. 2) Always stare dumbly at Elise, the head of the household's niece. 3) Never let anyone know I'm thinking of running away.
Traits: Hoarding, Cry Wolf, Unlucky, Lost
Most of session 1 catered to Belief 1.
Knowing the head of the household (HoH) would be heading to market (10 miles away in Tyndale), Castor had to bring in the sheep from pasture. [On an Ob 2 Sheep Husbandry test, I got 1 success.] The HoH looked the small flock over and cursed. "Blast it, boy! You've let some wander astray! There'll be no food for you until you return 'em all to their fold."
Castor, seeing missing sheep for the first time, quickly high-tailed it back to the grassy slope. Thinking quickly, he climbed a tree [Climbing + Countryside-wise = success] and managed to spot a downtrodden swath of grasses leading from the grasses into the small forest nearby. [Beginner's Luck Tracking success linked from Climbing].
The youth gathered up the handful of wayward sheep and frowns. It had gotten late already. [It would have been an Ob 8 Beginner's Luck Orienteering test to find my way back. Go go Lost trait! Love it!] Feeling hunger pangs, Castor looked about for some edible berries or roots. Thinking some looked the right sort to eat, he dug in... only to realize it made his stomach upset and gave him sharp cramps.
With things looking bleak, Castor was determined not to mess things up any further. He'd have to stay out in the woods til daybreak, but first he needed a way to keep the sheep corralled. [Carpentry + Sheep Husbandry FoRK... success!] He jury-rigged a makeshift pen and then set to building a fire to ward off the chill. [Open test, with Ob 1 allowing him to start a fire and Ob 2 allowing him to feed a fire throughout the night. Firebuilding + Countryside-wise = 2 successes!]
Trying to force himself to wake up early, Castor rolled up in his cloak by the fire and fell asleep.
[DaGreatJL and I figured it'd be a Will test to force oneself awake at a particular time, and he set the Ob at 3. I rolled... and got 2 successes. Linked to Speed to get back to the farm in time, I failed pretty miserably.]
Castor, driving the sheep before him with his walking staff/crook, arrived too late -- the HoH had already left for Tyndale with his goods. Elise, the HoH's niece appeared and Castor went into wonderment mode, staring doe-eyed at the pretty young woman.
"Mmph," he sniffed at him. "You're too late. My uncle has already gone to market. As punishment, you're not to break your fast until the stables have been mucked out."
"But... it... I..." Castor sputtered futilely. Angry at himself for arriving late and, more importantly, looking a blundering fool in front of the young woman, Castor drives the sheep into their pen and goes to muck out the stables. Little did anyone know that recent events and treatments had already steeled his resolve to depart that very evening. He knew the HoH and others who went to Tyndale always stayed the night in the town, so the night was perfect. [Beginner's Luck Farm-wise failure! Hahaha! I rolled Farm-wise to know that they'd stay overnight...]
Castor mucked out the barn quickly, with little regard to doing the job properly. He only wanted it to appear as though his task was done. [Power test Ob 3... failed! Yeah... my dice betrayed me this whole in-game day. It gets worse...]
It being almost noon when he finished, and being utterly ravenous by this point, Castor got it into his head to sneak into the kitchen to nab some bread or anything laying out, unattended, for the noon meal. [Climbing linked to Beginner's Luck Stealthy vs Matriarch Ogra's (Elder) Observation successes. (Yup, ode to Dark Crystal) Climbing success but Stealthy failure!]
"What in the blazes are you doing, boy?!"
Castor went rigid in the middle of the kitchen. [I wanted a Steel test but no go. hee hee!] The Crone had heard him from the other room and hobbled in to investigate. The twisted, old woman glared at the youth from the doorway into the main living area. "I finished the uhhh... finished my chores. I was told I could eat once I'd done them."
"You've tracked all manner of filth into this kitchen, you whelp!" she cried, pointing at the tracks of manure and dirt that went from the window to where Castor stood.
"I'll clean it, I swear it!"
"Get you gone, vermin! You've caused enough troubles already. I don't trust you to do well by even a simple task."
Castor raced out of the kitchen, still hungry. [All tests since and including bringing in the sheep have been made with a disadvantage due to hunger.] "I know," thought Castor. "Rast may have squirreled away some food. I'll see if he has and if I can get something from him."
[Circles test to find Rast, an older, more experienced hired hand on the farm. Circles 2 against Ob 2... failure. Rast is jealous of the attention I've been getting from Elise, the HoH's niece... and he's tossing an apple idly in the air.] "Rast, could I have that apple if you aren't eating it?"
"Eh?" the weaselly fellow muttered. "Why should I give it to you? Saw you talkin' with Elise out in the yard. Did she favour you with sweet words, Castor?"
"What? No! She despises me. Today more than usual. Rast, I'll give you my beer portions for the next two days in exchange for that apple." After squinting warily at Castor, Rast grins and tosses him the apple. "Two days it is!"
[To see if the apple would do anything for my hunger issues, DaGreatJL had me roll a Forte test, Ob 2. 4 successes! Hunger sated.]
It being mid afternoon at this point, Castor decided to get his things ready for his imminent departure. He'd have the last laugh! With his simple rucksack all packed with his meagre possessions, Castor crafted a plan to gain access to the cellar where the sword was kept: He'd unobtrusively grab a bucket, break it and, with the need to replace the broken bucket as his excuse, he'd go down into the cellar for another. Also, he'd have garden staking poles wrapped in his cloak to take down, and swap those for the sword. Fool-proof!
[Beginner's Luck Inconspicuous to grab the bucket without it seeming odd. Failure!] As Castor walked away with the bucket, humming to himself, the HoH's son (a Lazy Stayabout) decided to badger to youth. "Hey, boy. What are you doing going towards the house with that bucket? You up to more mischief?"
"Oh, no no. I got turned around. I've not eaten since midday yesterday. I'm a little addled."
"We'll see how addled you are after I get the truth out of you!" [Bloody versus: Power vs Speed (I wanted to avoid him, not injure the son of Mr. Soon To Be Extremely Pissed Off HoH). Success!] Castor dodged away and raced to the stables, going around the sheep pen. Being Lazy and a bit fat, the HoH's son didn't pursue.
Castor decided to continue with his plan. However, to cover his odd behaviour, he went to water the sheep, then get water for the horses. In the stables, he broke the bucket, spilling water all over the ground, which was a part of his alibi.
With the broken bucket in hand and vegetable poles wrapped in his cloak under his arm, we went to the kitchen door and knocked, so as not to cast suspicion on himself. No one answered, so he entered and called out that he was headed to the cellar to replace the bucket and some bent trestle poles.
Into the cellar he went. He found the old, dusty sword where he'd last seen it and took it up, his heart beating quickly. Wrapping it in his cloak and taking up a new bucket, he started back up the stairs, assured of his success.
... the HoH, the HoH's son and the family matriarch were standing at the top of the earthen cellar stairs. [The Unlucky trait is pure awesome. This circumstance was a mix of failing the roll to know when the HoH would return and Unlucky.]
"What in the hell are you about, boy?!" the HoH roars. "Not only did you fail to bring the sheep in so some could be taken to market but you mucked up the stables instead of mucking it out! Now what buffoonery are you up to?!"
Recovering from the surprise, Castor said, "The bucket was broken when your son went to beat me. I came down to replace it." Castor holds up the new bucket as proof. "There's wet in the stables where the water spilt. Also, some of the trestle poles for the garden were bent so I was fetching some new ones. I want to make up for my earlier failings."
"You can't even muck out a stable. I'd sooner let a pig in the garden than you! Give me those poles, boy," he demanded.
[This was my major "Oh crap" moment. I'm pretty sure I cursed DaGreatJL for playing this scene too perfectly. I decided to bid for a fake fall down the stairs, during which the bundled cloak goes flying out of my hands. DaGreatJL was totally cool with that, and made it a Speed test (Ob 3) linked to an Agility (Ob3). With flying colours, I passed the Speed test to make a controlled fall (5 successes on 5 dice), and also made the Agility test.]
[We decided this was the perfect moment to turn triumph into a horrendous failure, and thus I could remove Unlucky and gain 1 Fate and Persona.]
In Castor's bid to look a fool but not get beaten for taking the sword, he gave a short yelp and tumbled backwards as he was reaching to give the bundled cloak to the HoH. Thinking fast, he hurled the cloak back towards the corner where the sword had been (and where the trestles were). The cloak flew out well enough... but the sword twirled out from it and clattered to the ground near the base of the earthen stairs, Castor a pace or two from it.
[My next move was utter desperation, and made with the agreed assumption between DaGreatJL and I that Castor was right and properly pooched at this point.]
In desperation and filled with anger, Castor swept up his cloak... and the sword. He charged the stairs, sword first. "Make way and let me go. There'll be less trouble for all if you just let me be." [Beginner's Luck Intimidation check, Ob 4 for the HoH's son + 1 Ob for my lower station, +1D advantage for having a weapon. Failure. LOL]
Seeing them unmoved by his menacing threat, Castor broke for the top of the stairs, hoping to shoulder and speed his way through them. [My Power 4 vs HoH's son's Power 5 + 1 help die... failure.] The HoH and his Lazy Stayabout son grab the youth and easily strip him of the weapon. The crone shook her cane at Castor: "You ingrate! You had nothing! We gave you clothing, food, shelter! And you try to steal this family's heirloom, my own grandfather's sword -- used during the War of Flowers!"
Castor was beaten severely [Yay auto Ob 3 (Challenging) Steel test. hee hee! I took a Midi wound, it was decided.] and tossed off of the farm property, with all family members (easily 15-20 of them) and hired hands watching. "Never return, you ungrateful thieving knave," the HoH snarled.
In the fading daylight, the youth stood painfully and, turning his back to the farm, staggered away.
Fucking awesome first session. Leads right into my second Belief (midwife in Tyndale) since Castor's busted up pretty good and that was to be his first stop, anyway.
So no sword, no food, no supplies... just his meagre possessions, the wonders of the road, and a Midi wound to keep him company.
DaGreatJL awarded me with 2 Fate and 2 Persona. I'd also used up my starting 1 F and P, and the 1 F and P I'd gotten from getting rid of Unlucky. Next session is Sunday!